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Wild Temperatures

Hello,

This week has been one of wild temperature swings here. We where in the low 20 one day and had snow.    It was light and I liked how it stayed on the fallen leaves and pine needles.  Then the weather turned up and yesterday and today temperatures are set for nearly 70.       Our Indian Summer is set to last through Saturday. I sure enjoy it.
I spent a lot of time in Zoom meetings this week. There was a great meeting of Sisterhood of the Scissors. We are revising the 3X3 challenge of 2019. We were to make nine little quilts that could be put together or work independently.   I was the only person who followed through and did it last time.  I ended up uniting mine. I decided to challenge myself to doing this a second time. I will put that image in the Progress section.
The Pixies, FAB and QuEG’s meant too. I am bowed up by all the talk and support that they provide.

Progress Report:   Fish Bones  This quilt is 37″ X 29″.   I did free motion drawing for all the fish images on nylon netting that was trapped between two layers of wash away.

 

The curvy cut background adds a great feeling of movement I think.

 

 

 

Rabbit Dancer Mayan Series I finished the quilting of this work yesterday. I will add the binding and sleeve and it will be complete for next week.

Fire Dancer Mayan Series As I am nearly done with Rabbit Dancer I got busy and started the Fire Dancer this week.   I did the enlargement and the face base  is pinned in place at this point.

 

3 X 3 challenge II I built these nine patches and then realized that the smallest size of the units for the challenge is 12″ squares. These will only be 9″ when they are trimmed so I need to get creative and add to them to fit the challenge.

 

 

Ethel Scraps I keep adding the strips and leftovers together to created these big   unit pieces. I will cut them into 5″ squares today before I make any more units. I still do not see much of a dent in the box of per cut strips of Ethel’s that    I started with.  I am enjoying using them however.  I made a little personal rule to not begin assembling any blocks until I had made the 5″ squares for 21 days. Today is day 16 so I am getting close to moving onto the next step in this project.

Burn I got a little frustrated while I was working on this project because the machine kept freezing up on me while I was doing free motion work. I could sew for about a min and then it would stop and tell me to remove thread from under the bobbin. I did take the machine apart and use the bush in that area even though I could not see any threads. After the fifth time I just set the project aside and put the machine away. I will go to the Phaff dealer before I go forward with that machine. I got out the Bernia and have been using it for  work most of this week.

Squares A Dancing This is the latest group of seven. I only have enough squares for two full weeks at this point. I have 231 squares done. I may cheat a bit and cut some additional squares from some old jeans to make a third week for a total of 35 weeks. I will make decisions as I near the end.

 

 

Black Rocks I already mentioned all the Zoom time I had this  week. Well when the meetings are going on,  I stitch away .

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- Neighborhood Kids 2
Another Catholic family lived in the house just south of ours. I remember that they had a wonderful lilac hedge all around the back yard. It smelled heavenly in the spring. There were only two children in that family, Bill, who was older, and Jane who was a year younger then I.  Bill was a bit of a bully and I recall him throwing Walnuts at me in the fall. He was also the only person who teased me with a nickname. He called me “Carol Kay Cumber Cackle Hanney. ” Mom often said that she  gave  both Gene and I names that could not become nick names. Her name was Margaret and she got called Maggy, Peggy, Margo and even Liz. She did not like it at all. Bill’s nick name did not last too long as they moved away. Jane, Mickey and I often played in the Honeysuckle in the empty lot behind Jane’s house. The old bushes grew close together and arched creating a tunnel-like place that we could get into. One day Jane provided us with a thrill by bringing out one of her Dad’s Playboy Magazines. We felt safe viewing that under the bushes and got an eye full. One time I sort of stood up under there and disturbed a bees nest. I got 5 stings- two on my head and three on my hands before we got out from under the plants. Needless to say we did not go back there again. There was also a rusted swing set frame in the empty lot and we spent lots of time hanging upside down and swinging from our arms on it. There were lots of sticker bushes there as well , so we mostly had the lot to ourselves. I remember pulling those round stickers off my socks before I put them in the clothes hamper, because if one didn’t, they were still there when the socks came back from the laundry and much harder to remove.
Two older women lived in the house directly behind ours. They had a beautiful flower garden and a few vegetables.  A huge rhubarb plant was on the boarder between their house and ours. I had permission to pick and eat as much rhubarb as I wanted whenever I wanted. What a privilege. I did eat quite a bit. We would use the big leaves as hats and pretend to do fairy dances with them on. That part of eating the rhubarb  and dancing  disappeared as I grew older. but I still enjoy  raw  rhubarb  .
Behind the Lightning’s  house,  was a house with only one little girl in that family. Her father adored her. He took a pair of his wife’s cast off heels and cut them down to fit her feet. All the rest of us   girls envied her. We tried to trade some of our treasures for the shoes, but she was not having any of it. The next lot was also a basement home. A family with three little girls lived there. I got to babysit for them when I was in the sixth and seventh grades. I got an amazing 35 cents an  hour. They did not have a TV, but had a great radio instead. I would stay up after the girls were asleep and listen as I did not want to fall asleep on the job. I remember late one  night when I got a Spanish speaking station from Mexico. Dad explained about how radio signals could “ skip” so you could hear stations from far away, but he didn’t really think it was Mexico. I never heard it again even though I did try.

Keep Creating

Carol

 

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Happy Halloween

Hello,

Happy Halloween everyone. It is my favorite holiday as I like to dress up and try on other personalities. Like playing a part in a play, but for only one night. I got this little cutee from my friend Sharron. It was a great surprise.

 

 

I noticed as the leaves have started to desert the trees how many different types of Oak trees we have in our area. The shapes of the leaves tell me these are different species, but one should note that all the vain structures are the same. It is in the details that we find the variety of life.
Liz and I dyed on Friday last week. We know that it will soon be to cold to work in the garage so with the exception for the red one that is for the Burning quilt top, all the rest are pure play.
The Textile Art Stitch Club teacher for this week is American Jodi Colella. I had fin making the charms and got a little carries away embellishing the black lace that was Grandmother Ruth’s. I plan to add it to a hat later.
I had two Zoom meetings this week. One with the Pixies and a second with the Sisterhood of the Scissors. It is always so stimulating to talk and see like minded creative folks. They really break the isolation of this time.

Progress Report: Ethel Scrap The Schweinfurth Fall Retreat got cancelled so I decided that I would do an hour worth of work on the scrap project ever day. First I sew two strips together. Then I add small cut away sections from scraps to the sides. ( columns one and two)         I add smaller units together and build  squares or strips  adding together pieces that fit one another.   

The small units added to the long strip will be cut apart and be added to others of the same size.

On the far right one can see that the two sections did not match.  So I will trim off the excess on the bottom right to make a strait edge  and that small section will be added to a strip as in step 2.

I keep building adding until I get big enough collections to cut several five inch squares from it. There are always pieces that do not make the squares and that is the source of the scraps that I add to the next set of  strips.

 

These five inch squares plus five inch solid ones are the base units for the quilt I will eventually be  building.

 

Squares a Dancing I keep working on this hand project during the news every night. I finish about one square ever evening. I now have 217 done.

 

 

Burning I got the trees all free motion attached to the background. I am now in the process of adding the flames made with cotton, silk, nylon net, organza and silk paper. Hopefully some of the red I dyed will go into this too.

Fish Bones (Curvy Cuts) I am nearly finished with this project.  I made a curvy cut base in shades of blue and aqua  and added the fish on top.    I had to make additional fish as the first set of seven, did not fill the space enough to make me happy. I free motion stitched them all on top yesterday.   I need to do the binding to complete the project.

Black Rocks I did a little hand work on this project this week. It will become my TV project when the Squares are done.    I had to abandon the green tape between the rocks as it kept falling off the surface.     I am using the embroidery wool that Nancy gave me for this project.

 

Childhood Memories-   Neighborhood Kids

I was growing and leaving childhood ,and puberty hit me as it does all of us. I remember a little blue pamphlet that Mom gave me to read called “Now You are 10″. It was from Kotex and it was about the menstrual cycle and what to expect. Mom and I had a little talk , and I had a blue box in my chest of drawers from that point forward. What I remember more vividly was how very uncomfortable I felt that spring when I went without a tee shirt for the first time. I had developed over the winter , so Mom took me shopping and we got three bras. I felt much better, and as delighted by the little ballerinas machine-stitched on the bottom of the cup in multi colored thread. Laura Harris, a girl in my class that was as childish as I was, I visited her grandmother, who lived across the street from us , several times that year. She was the friend who got to see my new BRA .She and I had a club called the “ Asinine Club”. It was so much fun to say that scandalous word out loud. Laura’s Grandmother’s was one of the few houses that Gene and I got to visit on Halloween by our selves. She made us do a “trick” before we earned our “Treat”. I sang a little song and Gene did a forward roll. This was the tradition for Halloween in Carroll.
> Our neighborhood was a relatively   new area of town and there were lots of young families with kids as well as lots of empty lots. That meant I could always find some one to play with when I went out doors. Beyond the cedar trees and the picket fence south of our house was an unfinished house- just the basement , like what we had  when we had  moved into Columbus Junction.     That house was not completed when we moved away five years later.   A Catholic family with 11 kinds lived in that basement.      The names  of  everyone in that family  started with M. Micky  Lighting was the oldest and my friend, followed my Marty, Marsha, Matt, Martin, Mark, Mike, and Melody as far as I can remember. The  names of  little ones all ran together for me. I was surprised that in the fall she did not go to school with me.  All the kids who were school age in her family went off to Kemper, the Catholic school. Micky helped me with my further explorations of different religions by taking me to the Catholic Church one week day. She handed me a Doily-like thing and she plunked a similar one on her own head. ‘’ One never goes into Church without your head being covered,” she said. After entering the big doors, our first stop was the font were we splashed a bit of “Holy Water” . I don’t remember any explanation for that ritual. I was awed by all the colorful sculptures and burning candles. When we visited a pew I was surprised by the kneeling bench. Then I looked in the hymnal. I did not find a song I recognized and the responsive reading was in a strange language. I was impressed that she could speak and read Latin even though she could not tell me what it meant. When I learned she always had fish on Fridays, I never got a real good explanation for that. Mickey was also the person who lead me a bit astray with Cigarettes. I did not know any one who smoked and both of her parents smoked. It was the 50’s and the ads were every were. She stole a partial pack along with matches and we went off to the honey suckle to light up. My body knew better then I, as I coughed  and coughed.    It was sort of unpleasant.  I decided they were not for me, and the fact that they were not readily available helped,I am sure. I really felt sorry for Mickey as she had to spend lots of time caring for the younger children. Her toys did not last long either, as younger hands had a way of destroying things.

Please stay safe and Keep Creating

Carol

PS;    I had to add these maples leaves too as they are so beautiful.

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Busy Season

Hello.
We continue our journey into fall seeing more and more color every day. It was rainy today so the oranges showed up nicely against the gray sky.
This week was full of Zoom meetings. The QuEGs had a nice talk on Tue as did the Fiber Art Dames on Wed. For the Pixies I did a work loosely based on Janet Fish’s paintings. She uses beautiful cut glass and shows all the color and light reflections. Mine is -“Oh so much simpler!”.I can see ways go forward though. I also dyed with Liz  this week, and the fabrics are ready to wash out today.

The Textile Artists Stitch Club continued with Sonbine Kaner. She had about six different ways to move forward with similar ideas  from last week  and I noted them and may try some at a later date. What I did do was use the cut ways from last week for the base of my work this week.

 

 

Progress Report: Deer Dancer – Mayan Series This work is 20.5 w X 24.5″ l. I am quite happy with this series and working with the ideas. Each one is more and more my effort and less copying of the images presented.

 

 

 

I did all the quilt work this week.

 

 

 

Rabbit Dancer- Mayan Series. This work is really a composite character. The head dress is from one character and the body from another. I wanted this character facing the opposite  direction from the Deer Dancer. I also added the plant in the upper hand like some of the earlier works. . I am ready to  fuse it down and  start the stitching.

 

 

Burning I finished doing the free motion work on the trees and the got  them washed out this week . I then layered the back ground to batting and backing and pinned the trees in place.    The machine work and adding the flames are in the near future.  I plan to work hard on this work this week.

Squares a Dancing This is the work for this week. I now have 210 squares done. The pile of bases is getting smaller with each block.

 

 

 

Fish Bones is an experiment. I wanted to see if I could use tear away instead of wash away to do the machine drawing. I am not happy with the results and will go back to something that I am confident with. I think it is good  to try new things every now and then.

Black Rocks This work came about due to the failure of the discharge from two weeks ago. I was looking at the beautiful black fabric and though what can I do. So I picked up some of the embroidery wool that Nancy had passed my way earlier this year and started stitching. I had a photo of rocks at a jetty from Sandpoint that I really liked so I used it to build the idea. The green tape is going to serve as a boarder for different types of stitches and as a spacer between the rocks. This too is and experiment and may not work well. But I don’t know until I try.

Coral Reef This bit of hand work got lost in a heap of projects and only got unearthed this week.

 

 

 

 

Ethel’s Scraps This box is full of scraps that Ethel had cut.   It too  was at the bottom of that heap I mentioned.     I opened it and put in a couple of hours putting together strips. I have sense put it aside and will take it to the fall retreat and do more work on it there.

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- Doll Tales
I continued with my musical studies and played more of the clarinet. I got a new instrument that I played through high school. I went to several solo competitions in the early years. It was a great way to build a social network and my best friends grew out of my playing in the band and orchestra.
I also continued with my struggles with reading, but I got lots of support from my parents. For our last book report in sixth grade Miss Eaton asked up to make a puppet or doll of the main character of our book. Dad had gotten me a record set of the reading of” Alice In Wonderland” with an accompanying book. Miss Eaton allowed that I could count that as my book since I had read along with the oral reading. My character of Alice was built on an empty toilet paper roll tube. The head was made of an old nylon of Mom’s that was stuffed with cotton. I drew the features on in pen. Mom did gather some beautiful turquoise fabric for the skirt and I wrapped the top half of the tube with the same fabric for the top. I cut an apron from one of Dad’s old handkerchiefs and pinned it on. Mom allowed me to run the sewing machine over some orange yarn that was captured between two pieces of scotch tape to create the hair. I was very proud of my puppet /doll. I was getting a little old for dolls, but I still liked them. That year Mom took me to the Doll Hospital because the elastic in my favorite doll- Tony, had broken elastic bands inside so the arms and legs had come off. The hospital was in the doll Doctor’s basement. We went down the stairs and hanging from the walls were  groups of body parts.  There were  collections  of arms, legs, heads and torsos. I was fascinated by the display. He took my doll and assured me he could repair her in two weeks. When we went back she looked like new and all the appendages worked beautifully. Mom was inspired and make a visit to Grandmother Ruth’s attic to get her original Shirley Temple doll and have her refurbished. She was in awful shape as the paint had pulled away from the sawdust head around the eyes and mouth and cracked. It had fallen away in some places too. Her arms and legs were separate from the body too. The hair was matted and snarled as well. She was a real mess. The Doll Dr took her and when we picked her up it was amazing how nice she looked. The face was smooth with a wonderful new paint job and beautiful new wig. Mom promptly made her a new blue taffeta dress with pink rick rack trim. She sat in a place of honor on my chest of drawers next to my black lacquer musical jewelry box. Tony joined them there. I did get one more doll for Christmas that year. She was a 20″ Model doll, dressed in a high fashion red taffeta dress with removable red high heels. That meant her feet were not flat on the bottom. She had removable nylons and silk panties as well as pearl earrings that dangled. She just joined the others and looked glamorous. I still had my Betsy Mc Calls too and I did play a bit with them. I still have all of those dolls and the doll furniture in my attic. The beautiful doll house that Grandfather Howard built for me made its way back to Grandview when we moved were it lived on its side in the basement as storage shelves until Grandfather turned the basement room into display space for his rock collection. At about this time I also got a figure/doll that had wire inside so you could post it. The clothing was not removable but I still enjoyed hanging her from the lamp and bed post. Again I went into my “ How does one make this type of thing?” Dad gave me some wire and allowed me to use the needle nose pliers, providing I always returned them to the tool box. So I built a wire body- and armature I learned later, and wrapped it with strips of rags to fill it out. I also used a bit of masking tape and then covered the whole thing with an old white tea towel. Then I added features with a pen as I had done with the Alice figure.   I glued down yarn hair and made clothing that I attached to the fabric body.   I did about seven of these – my first doll sculptures.

Stay safe and keep creating

Carol

 

 

 

Childhood Memories, Mayan- Deer Dancer, Mayan- Rabbit Dancer, Squares a Dancing

Color Explosion in the Trees

Hello
We are enjoying beautiful fall weather. On my walk today it was a glorious 65 degrees with a busy breeze. The trees seemed to toss their heads and swing their branches in response. The leaves danced off the trees with twirling moves to join their fallen brothers. Then there was the wonderful shuffling crunch sound that happens as one walks through the fallen  leaves. I do love that sound. The color is a water colorist’s dream ranging from near purple through all the reds, oranges  yellows and golds. I tried to collect some color changed leaves to share with you. What a wonderful time of year.
The Textile Artist Stitch club projects goes forward. I did and extra one based on Vinny Stapley last weeks teacher too. In looking at work by one of my fellow explorers I saw one were the color was created with roving and the organza was added on top. I tried just adding a transparent plant on top of roving and it is OK, but I feel I missed something as it is not real flat. It is till fun to play.

 

 

 

Sonbine Kaner was the new teacher this week  and she challenged us to create Mixed media Patterns.  The lines are based on crumpled paper lines.   I have just barely begun with this project.

 

Liz ans I tried again to discharge. This time we were much more successful after Liz checked with her teacher and we altered our formula. Knowing how really can help. I am pleased with the results even though I do not know what they will become.

Progress Report: Window and Air Conditioner Cover- Blue Ferns My husband asked for this project. I enjoyed it although I did have to get out the Feather Weigh to do the cover because there are magnets in the top to help it stay in place. I did not want the magnets any were near the new machine with its’s computerize parts.  It is effective about cutting off the light and I hope it does as well with the cold.

 

Burning I spent this week designing and creating the trees for this project. I have put together nine and done the free motion work on seven of them. These three have the “wash away” removed  and are ready to be pinned to the background. .

 

 

 

Deer Dancer- Mayan Series I am still doing out line stitching on this project, but I feel I will finish that step in the next day or two and move on to the quilting phase.

 

Rabbit Dancer- Mayan Series I stared cutting the fabrics for this next project yesterday. It is early but I feel it will go well.

 

 

Squares a Dancing With these seven additional squares I now have completed 203.

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- 6th grade continued
Early in the year we had our annual experience with Art and Mrs Fister. We went to the high school building for that class and into the art room for the first time. I was impressed by a big six foot tall paper mache’ gaffe with sawhorse legs all painted in yellow with brown spots. Even at that time I was analyzing and trying to figure out how folks put together things. In the class we had to do a picture of some summer event using pastels. The image was to include ourselves as well as the setting. I drew a picture of myself jumping into the sluice and going to the bottom. Mrs Fister praised my piece , noting how I had drawn my hair flowing up and away from my face to show the motion of my jumping into the water.
In fifth and sixth grade we took the Iowa Basic Skills test. It was one of the first standardized test in the nation and it was developed at the University of Iowa in Iowa City. I recall how much I hated filling out the bubbles for my last name because it was too long and did not fit as there were not enough bubbles for Mc Elhinney . The only other memory was how very quiet it was when we were all concentrating on doing our best.
Miss Eaton had a record player in her classroom and lots of 45’s that she allowed us to play on special occasions. I recall my first popular record was “ Running Bear and Little White Dove.” It was different form the songs we learned in music class.
> Another part of our learning was “ Social Awareness.” That usually meant that we went off to the film room in the high school. It was a long narrow room that was dark it had a sound system with a projector at the back and a big screen at the front. We watched black and white movies called Public Service Announcements. They dealt with a wide range of topics from “ How to answer the Telephone Correctly” to “How to Avoid Drowning”. The one I recall most vividly was about How to Cross the train Yard. The kids all did stupid thing will bad results. Like the little girl who crawled under the car to get to the other side, and of course the train started moving. I did have a nightmare about that one.
Jacky Jockems was by far the prettiest girl in the sixth grade. She had long blond hair that she wore in beautiful curls most of the time. She was a leader of the “popular “ crowd- something that I Never joined . When I was a senior in High School and had moved to Indiana, she appeared on TV as Miss Iowa in the American Beauty Pageant. She didn’t win.
We still went out to the school yard after lunch for noon hour. On some occasions the street at the north end of the school yard was closed off and we could play there. It was great for more organized group games. On the east side of the building was an annex housing the kids with special needs. I became friends with Mikie, a boy with an enlarged head and water on the brain. He walked with a distorted gate, but beyond that he was quite normal in my eyes. We had an especially cold snowy winter that year. I remember wearing corduroy pants under my skirts to keep warm going to and from school. On those cold days we went to the “old gym” for play time. There were wonderful little four wheeled scooters that we were allowed to play with. One could ride setting down or lying on ones stomach . It was fun and a bit crazy with all of the kids and the scooters zooming across the gym in many directions. I never got hurt but I know others did.

Keep Creating

Carol

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Fall Color is Building

Hello-
The weather is becoming cooler and the leaves continue to drift down when we walk. Tues we were walking along the two block empty lot  wooded area and we saw two deer. They just watched us pass and  they were about 10 feet from the road.  We were not a threat in any way and when I looked back they had returned to their grazing.   More trees have started to color but we are not at peek yet.  I was captured by these zinnia’s all wearing the orange of the season.

 

 

 

 

 

For Textile Artist Stitch Club this week Vinnet Stapley challenged us to build a second work using some additional techniques that she suggested. I did a piece using the negative spaces left over from the original assignment. I also did the sewing with the free motion of my sewing machine in metallic threads. It was fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Pixies had their meeting on Tues. We were challenged to find and artist and use that person as jumping off place for a work. I looked at William Kentritch  for my artist.. He used maps as a base for a few of his early works so I took that idea. He also likes silhouetted figures. So I found a map of California, painted fires on top and  then added a fire-fighter to create this image.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Progress Report: Crows in the Pines This work is 18″ X 16.5″ .  I printed the pines with a silk screen that I made and then I added Robin’s Egg Blue dye to the back of the fabric.

 

The crows are all done in fabric markers on top.
Then I free motion quilted around all the birds.    I quilted drew around all  the pines too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deer Dancer I am making progress on this new work. I always think this black out lining step make the work come alive.

 

 

 

Rabbit Dancer I drew the next dancer and enlarged it yesterday. He may need to hold something to balance the left side.

 

 

 

 

Goldfinches I pulled out this background that I have started felting. I will get out the machine and finish this step and then add some thread painted Goldfinches to the work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Burning Woods The red and black is the base for this next fire piece. I have drawn trees ion the wash away that is on top of the fabric and will machine draw them.

 

Blue Ferns This work will become a window quilt for our bed room. I am also building a cover for the air-conditioner that will stay in the window over the winter. The opening at the bottom is were the air-conditioner fits.

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing I just keep having fun creating these little fellow. I now have 196 squares.

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories 6th Grade – Miss Eaton
I was in Miss Eaton’s class in sixth grade. It was her first year of teaching and she was full of excitement. One of the fun things Miss Eaton did with us was teach us a bit of French. I the only thing I can remember is how to count to 10 and how to say “Recognize the snow”. I will not even try to spell that. In September we started a year long project dealing with poetry. To improve and practice our cursive she had us all copy “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer. Then we had a week to memorize it. After all the kids had recited it our next assignment. We had a week to find a poem of our own choosing with a historical theme. On that Friday we did the cursive step and began to memorize the first two stanza. I think I selected “Paul Revear’s Ride” but it may have been the “Song of Hiawatha” because I know I memorized both over that year. One topic was nonsense poems and I recall I learned “ The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll for that one. We continued that pattern was followed all year and I did learn lots of poetry that I can still recite.. At the end of the year we bound them all together with the drawings that we did to illiterate the works into a little book. I had it for years.

By this time my poor reading was really pulling my grades down. I did not like being in the bottom reading group with four other trouble making boys either.       Miss Eaton let everyone do Extra Credit Reports any time on animals and birds to help our grades. Mom helped me by reading from a big green leather book she had on animals. I would then, recite back to her what I had heard and do a little out line for before writing. The first report was about Buffalo and I started as the author by tell about the “Habitat”. Mom stopped me and said you can not use that word as it is not part of your vocabulary- find another way to say the same thing. That was when I learned about paraphrasing and plagiarism. Mom explained how I could not use words that I did not know or copy someone else’s words without giving them credit. It was like steeling she said. Learning that difference and skill helped me all through my education.

Miss Eaton loved Ancient history and I learned a love of some of it too. Ancient Egypt really came alive for me. Before her class all I knew about Egypt was from Bible stories about Moses. She did lots of explaining and we did several projects. But the one I remember the most was making Scarab Beetles. She gave us all an oval of plaster that she had cast in a spoon. We carved the lines of the beetle in the plaster dome and a Egyptian hydrophilic on the flat side. We painted them with Easter egg dyes. I really loved the mythology of Greece and Rome. Near the end of our study of that topic we did  a painting of our favorite god, goddess or myth. We were given a large sheet of heavy paper and told to draw a simple drawing first in pencil and them draw over it in chalk. Keep it “simple like a coloring book page”she said. I was drawing from an image in my text book when Mom came in and asked me “How  is coping an artist image  different then copying someone else’s words?” After we talked,  she asked me how I could make the picture my own. We decided one could add things, take things away,  and move them around in the picture make it my own work  . She also pointed out that you could go to a different source and mix things  into the image. After having me list what I really wanted in the picture – Diana, an Owl, a bow, the moon, Diana’s dogs and a deer she went off to get an aid. She had a green Art Deco vase with leaping deer in relief on it. They were simple too,so I started with them and Diana and built my picture. I remember I did not include all the parts I had mentioned.   Back in the class room, when  we outlined the drawing in chalk and that forced  a bit more simplification. The we pained up to the lines with thick tempera paint. That step was repeated and then lastly we painted over it all with black India Ink. After it was dry we went to the janitors closet and washed the paintings gently under the faucet so the black came away on the thick tempera as did some of the color. It was magically beautiful and well worth all the time and effort.

Stay safe and keep Creating

Carol

 

 

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Re work of Fall Color

Hello  followers.  It seems that the post from last Thur was blocked for most of you so I am reposing it.   My thanks go out to Patti my Computer Guru who  save this project for me.

Carol

Hello-
Fall is really making it’s self know here. On the walk today I noted that the trees with smaller leaves are changing color and dropping them. So our path is now strewn with Box Elder, Walnut, and Black Locus leaves. The sidewalk is also stained with stains from the wall nut husks, the chock cherries and the crab apples as the trees give up their fruits. The Maples are picking up color and dropping a few leaves but they are mostly full of foliage at this point. We did have one day when the smoke did effect the color of our morning sun and it was a bit eerie.

The Artists Stitch Club new teacher is Vinny Stapley. She is having us work with transparencies. I selected Polk Weed for my subject and this is the work so far. There is still a lot to do on this piece.

 

 

 

The Pixies are now meeting regularly on Tues. We did and Exquisite Corps piece last week and this it the final result. We are going to do it again this week and all of us will include words. I have not even started mine yet.

 

 

I did finish the crow assignment form the week before however. Crows in the Clouds is 18″ X 16″. The clouds are silk paper made with silk batting. The crows are black felt that is free motion added on top.

 

I also started a new crow piece for this week. I am using a bit of fabric that I hand stenciled and dyed the week before as the base. The crows are added on top. There is still work to do on this one.

Progress Report: Turtle Dancer- Mayan Series. The process is a very calming one for me and I am enjoying the bright colors too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deer Dancer- Mayan Series I am working away at the pinning up of this project. This step always takes me longer then I think it will. I am getting a large supply of fused backed fabric along the way.

 

 

 

Sweet Peas This little wall hanging is complete now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bunk Bed Quilt II      This is a scrap happy as the many different fabrics used around the central blocks attests.    I finished this second   bunk bed  quilt this week. These will become part of the Christmas for the twins.

 

 

 

 

 

Fern Forest This work is now all quilted with stitch in the ditch and ready for binding and completion. I like the colors here.

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Ferns This  is a top that grew out of Fern Forest.    The dark blue ferns just did not work in the other piece. I am just getting started at the lay out for this project and think I will use it to be a part of the new window quilt for the master bedroom. The challenge will be to build the 3-D part that covers the air conditioner.

 

 

Squares a Dancing I made great progress on this project this week .   I did 14 squares so there are two sets  of seven.

 

 

 

 I now have 189 squares done. The “To Do” pile is shrinking too.

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories- Last of the Bran Yard.

In the far right hand corner of Barn Yard and on the far right side of the barn was a Dutch door that lead to the cow stalls. Grandfather only had four milk cows for as long as I could remember. There were stalls for seven and last three were used for storage and Shookie slept there. It was also were she had her pups. Grandfather always gave away the puppies except for one the last litter. From that one he kept a male named Sport. Snookie was fixed after that. She was a better farm dog than Sport as he never really got the hang of herding animals very well. They often rode in the back of the pickup with Gene and I . They would accompany us when we played in the pastures too. Grandpa milked the cows morning and evening. He would set on a T stool made from a 2″X 4 and pull until the big buckets were full of foaming milk. The cats would always show up and sit patiently until he would call them, at which time he would squirt a pull of fresh milk into each waiting open mouth. The cows had a small pasture that they grazed in during most days. Grandfather could easily give them grain in the winter in there stalls. After milking Grandfather would carry the big buckets to the house. There were far too heavy for me. The buckets then went down to the basement were Grandmother would run the milk through the pasteurizing machine before pouring it into the big 10 gallon milk cans. The cans then went into the root cellar at the back of the basement to stay cool until they were taken to town. The milk along with the eggs of the week went to the Locker in Morning Sun and were traded for cash or locker rental. We had fresh milk at every meal.         There was land across the road from the house too. The first field on the left of the lane was 80 Acres and the field to the right was 180 Acres. My memory was of how black the soil was there. I especially recall running behind the plow wheel in the flat feral left on the far left side of the plowed ground. My feet were always quite black when that was over. I had to do a per-wash at the pump before I came in to do the job seriously. One time when Dad and Grandpa were mowing the small field the accidentally killed and opossum. They saved the two babies and brought them back to the house. We put them in an wooden box and took them home. We fed of course and I remember lots of hissing and being bitten when I tried to pick them up. Never saw any “playing dead”. When Mom determined that they could make it on their own we took them out to Heart Lake and released them into that wild area.
There was a second 80 Acer field beyond the first and farther west. The lane turned south and ran to a pasture that was mostly created by erosion with several gullies. There was a small barn there. In the late 50’s and early 60’s digging farm ponds was all the rage, Hoit who owned the farm just north of Grandfather’s dug one, and I remember visiting a dam built across a gully on the Bell farm before it had filled with water. It was quite deep. Grandpa Merit also dammed up the biggest gully in that pasture to create a pond. It filled up quite well in the spring. The fresh water supply meant that Grandfather could house live stock there. He had always dreamed of having a herd of registered Black Angus. The pond meant that dream could be fulfilled. He started out with a heard of 25 and it grew from there. I remember going out to that pasture one day after a very bad thunder storm. Dad and Grandfather pointed out two cotes and a calf that had been stuck by lighting. The cows both lived, but the calf dies two day later.
Gene loved to fish and when Grandfather stocked the pond with Blue Gills he was delighted. We would walk across the road and down the lane, climb the fence and walk to the pond where he would spend the afternoon fishing. I just fooled around climbing trees and such. When he had caught a few fish  and the afternoon was drawing to a close,  we would go back to the house were Grandmother would clean the fish and fix them as a part of our suppers. I saw my life as the best- a city kid during the school year and a farm kid in the summers.

Please stay safe and keep Creating,

Carol

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Equinox

Hello,

I hope that the equinox was noted by folks this week. I sure am seeing evidence of the shorter day light. For a  few days every year  the sun lines up directly with my east facing door to the studio.  Those days  are now past and the sun is rising and setting at  about 7.
This week the Textile Artist Stitch Club teacher Carissa Caiksen, suggested and then showed us how to add found objects to the surface of our stuff shapes. I added some rusted washers and nuts that I had collected.

I added stitches to the surface of the shapes   as she suggested as well.

This was a fun challenge I think.

 

 

 

 

 

The Pixies had there third online meeting this week. We are getting better and better at working through the connections. There are two challenges this time. One was to do a group drawing that we can connect together into one image. I did my hand and I have sent it off to be married with the others. Can’t wait to see how this project goes. The second was more explorations with Crows. I did this little 12″ X 12″ piece this time. The crows are drawn in crayon on interfacing that I got two years ago in Mexico when I was visiting Susan. The wax in the crayons does make the crows shinny and it also makes it a bit difficult to free motion stitch over.
I did Dye with Liz again this week.

Progress Report: Green on Green This work s 32.5″ X 47.5″. It is all stitch in the ditch quilting. This work will also go to the nursing home for folks confined to wheel chairs.

 

 

This project has lots of hand dyed and hand manipulated fabrics too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turtle Dancer I am doing the outline and applique stitching on this work now. I can see the end of that process and I will move onto the quilting. I drew a new subject this week as well.

 

 

Sweet Peas I started this work when I was in Mexico   visiting with Susan. It finally made it to the top of the pile so I free motion quilted it this week. I will add facings and finish it.

 

 

 

 

New Work I spent and afternoon making silk paper this week. My main goal was to make material for the fire project that is on my mind. I also made these clouds to use in my next crow pieces as well. Yesterday I cut stencils of 8 crow forms to use with the clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing The collection of squares grew by seven more this week. I now have 175 and I am working on the next batch.

 

 

New Top   I pulled out these fabrics and I am considering using them together for my next top.  I always like to have something in the background waiting my attention

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Memories: Farm Yard continued
A little ways from the sheep shed on the southwest side of the barn yard was the Machine Shed. It was a corrugated metal shed that was open on the north side. The tractor- “Big Red”, the disk, the cultivator, the seeder, the mower, the plow, several hay wagons and various other big tools and wagons lived in that space. On the back wall were the old harness sets. Grandfather loved horses and I do remember the last team. They were both white and called Sugar and Salt. Dad use to tell stories about how he and Grandpa would go to the Chicago Stock yards and get wild horses that were brought in from the western plains by train. Grandfather had a good eye for selecting two horses that were similar in size and color to make good looking teams. They would then purchase the horses and bring them back to the farm. It was Dad’s job to break them to ride, harness and pull the farm machinery. When he was growing up there were always four teams on the farm. One older and more experienced team, two in training and a third that was “ green”. Grandfather would sell the oldest team when he was ready to go again to Chicago and get a new team. Horses usually live twenty to thirty years, so it was a good system to make additional money.
There was a narrow lane that lead to a field between the machine shed and the hog house, the next building on the south side of the farm yard. The hog house was a long one story red building with windows and a cement floor. As kids we did not go in there much as hog are unpredictable and dangerous however, I do recall one visit just after piglets were born. They were cute and squealed a lot.  At the eastern end of the hog house was a red stock loading ramp. Using fences and gates, Grandpa could load all his animals into trucks with that ramp. East and north of the hog house was the mud lot. This area connected four barns, was in constant use and was always muddy. The windmill with a connecting stock tank to hold the water that the wind driven pump brought up form the well, was next to the gate on the west side. It was the main gate from the farm yard and it was metal and always closed unless in use. There was a cement pad there that extended along the big barn to help machinery make the transition from the dry are to the muddy lot. In the south east corner of the mud lot was the big gray barn. Dad told me that was were they used to house the horses in the lower level.  I only remember the barn being used to store hay. The loft was a great place to play in the mornings, but often became too hot in the afternoons. The cats liked to have their kittens there and on occasion we found them.  In the center of the mud lot was the corn crib. Having it here meant it was easy to shovel out the corn for the animals. There was also a metal silo behind the crib.  At the back of the mud lot was a gate that went to the big meadow pasture with the creek. On the south west corner of the mud lot was the big red main barn. It had big sliding doors on the west and east sides so you could drive through it. In the front and to the left was the corn cob elevator. That piece of machinery also was used to raise bales of hay to the lofts. It was on wheels and could easily be moved. In the back of the barn, on both sides of the pull through, were “ tight rooms”. One was used for oats and the other for shelled corn. Gene and I loved to enter and climb to the tops of the grain piles and slide down.

Keep Creating  and stay safe

Carol

 

 

 

 

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Smoky Fall

Hello,
It is a gray and cloudy day here with the smoke from western fires mixed in our air.     I am not complaining – I am just surprised at how far the smoke has traveled.    My sympathy goes out to the folks in the fire area .    The  burning   wildfires continue to bather me.   I want to make a third quilt noting these destructive events .     I tried to dye, reds, oranges, yellows and blacks  last Friday with that in mind. I was not successful! I am not sure exactly why, but Liz did mix lots of new dye last time. Hopefully tomorrow when we dye again I will get what I want and can start the work.

 

 

 

 

Textile Artists Stitch Club started a new assignment on Saturday with Clarissa Calksen. She showed us how she creates potatoes and puffs and how she suggests we assemble them. I am still building my forms and I have yet to embellish them. I seem to be working slowly on this new project, but I really like the challenge.

The Pixies had a meeting this week and we are going to continue to work with crows. My flags were a success.
FAB also had a Zoom meeting and it was stimulating.

Progress Report: Monkey Dancer- Mayan Series This piece is 21.5″ X 23.5″. This series continues to fascinate me

Golden Garden    This work is 38″ X 49″.       It is made completely from fabrics   I have altered in some way.   Some I did with Liz an some in the QBL class in the summer of 2019.  There is silk folded dyeing, silk screen, direct painting and a bit of shobori in this one.

 

 

 

I am enjoying using my fabrics.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turtle Dancer- Mayan Series I finished cutting and placing all the parts for this work yesterday. Now I need to begin the outlining in black.

 

 

 

 

Green on Green I finished assembling  and quilting on this work  this week . I am ready to do the hand work of stitching down the binding now.

 

Squares a Dancing. I finished seven more of these fellows this week I now have 168 done. I also cut into 5 inch squares the last pair of Eric’s pants.   With these last squares, I   thinks I am nearing the end of this project.

 

 

Wool Rug     The work is 29″ X 36″ . This project is now on the floor in the entry to the studio.   It is made from wool scraps form shirts and extra’s from a jacket.    Lots of fun.

 

 

 

 

 

Thoth  Pillow       I finished this pillow this week too.  I like to make a form and stuff it with the extra batting that I cut away from projects.   That is what this one is full of.   I made the stencil  of Thoth  for a quilt that I did for my husbands  office   years ago.   The quilt is hanging in the living room now.

 

 

Childhood Memories: Grandpa Merritt’s Domain

    Grandfather Merritt was a farmer who used diversity to make himself successful.    He was a short  round man, who wore a straw hat in summer and a felt hat in winter.  The only time one did not see him in a hat was indoors or on Sundays at church.   He had the perfect farmer  tan.   For work days he wore a blue shirt and blue and white striped  Oshkosh Bygosh bib overalls.   Sunday was a brown suit, white shirt and tie.      We went to church on Sunday morning and came home for  lunch and a quiet afternoon, that often included a nap with an occasional Bible story  from   Grandmother’s  Bible story book for  Children. The “Blue laws”meant that nothing was open any way.  We then went back  to Church for the evening service .   Grandpa raised a variety of live stock and the land beyond the door yard, with the exception of the chicken yard was his kingdom.    He did visit the chicken yard when, he cleaned the manure  out  of the chicken house and when he chopped off the heads of chickens for our chicken  dinners .      The barn  yard surrounded the house on three sides and the  forth side was the road.   Next to the house on the south was the two bay garage.    A turquoise blue ford occupied the first bay and Grandpa’s green ford pickup occupied the other.  There were windows along the back of the garage with a work bench under them. There was also a set of stairs that lead up to the top of the garage were lumber was stored.   Farmers have to be able to repair machinery so he often had odd stuff on that work bench.   Grandfather used lots of bailing wire to “fix” stuff too.

    Beyond the garage and across a gated lane was the sheep shed and a small pasture. I remember one spring job for Dad and Grandpa, was to sheered the sheep. Gene and I had a job too and that, with the help of Snookie- a white maxed breed dog, was to separate the lambs and move them to the barn yard. Snookie could also cut out one ewe at a time and herd it into the pen for shearing. Dad and Grandpa would select a ewe and after turning it over would tuck it’s head  under and between their legs  to hold it still. They then would begin shearing  at the throat,   and cut the wool as close to the body as they could down to the flank of the ewe. They slowly turned the animal as they worked from top to bottom until they reached the other side. Keeping the fleece in one big piece was the goal. When they were done shearing they released the ewe into the farm  yard to find their lamb again. There was lots of bleating. Grandfather put a tight rubber band on all the lambs tails when they were born. That rubber band cut off the blood circulation and the tails would eventually fall off. This was done for sanitary reasons. As the shed and pasture emptied. Gene and I would collect all the lambs tails. After shearing 75 ewes, both Dad and Grandpa always had blisters at the end of the day even though they traded the electrical shears and hand powered ones back and forth. Snookie, Gene and I heard all the sheep back into their pasture and barn when the shearing was done. It was a full days job.

Stay safe

Keep Creating

Carol

 

Childhood Memories, Flag Challenge, Mayan - Monkey Dancer

Beginning Fall

Hello-
Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer and the beginning of fall.  I see a few Box Elder and Wall Nut leaves drifting down on my walks this week so I see deviance of  fall’s approach.   I love the changes but there are still lots of flowers blooming and there is color every were.

I did make a button necklace for my friend Chris to celebrate her 75 Birthday.  There are 75 buttons on this necklace.  that was the challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

This week was quiet as there was no assignment from Textile Artist Stitch Club and Liz and I  are going to dye tomorrow. I had two Zoom meetings and they are fun but no images of others work comes from those experiences. Susan did challenged us to make flags this week using Robert’s crows shots. This is my solution. I enjoyed it and they are up on the studio now.

Progress Report- Wool Birds I finished this little piece this week. It is 20.5″ X 21.5″. It was a jump off from Susan’s Birds a few weeks ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monkey Dancer-Mayan Series I am doing the quilting on this work now. It is moving slowly along.

 

 

 

 

 

Bunk Bed 1-I have finished assembling the first of these quilts. It is ready for quilting and the finishing of the binding.

 

 

Green on Green. It is an assembled top now. I think it will become one of the quilts that I donate to the nursing home for folks in wheel chairs.

 

 

 

 

Wool Rug I could not get the oval rug to do anything I was happy with so I started again. I am trying another approach were I am working on a squared format.

 

Squares a Dancing There are 161 completed squares now. In my cleaning yesterday I discovered another pair of pants to cut into squares so the end is still a ways off.

 

 

 

Childhood Memories – Farm Summer 4
Many evenings after supper Gene and I would play a game we called “Over the Mountain”. We would go to the garage, a stand alone building. While standing on opposite sides of the building, we would throw a ball over the garage after “Yodeling “. If one caught the ball then, one would run around the garage trying th surprise the other person and throw the ball to hit them. If you caught the ball the throw was worth 2 points and if it hit you, or you dropped the ball it was a negative point. We played that game until the grandparents got new aluminum siding.
There was an old Poplar tree in the back of door yard. There was a great swing hanging from it and we all had a good time swinging there. The one spring the tree was struck by lighting and had to come down. I think our youngest cousin, Mike missed the swing the most.
The house was five miles from town and the view north was across a very flat landscape. On summer night one could see the street lights out the front room on the second floor. Mom and Dad usually slept in that room. Gene took the middle room and I slept on the sleeping poach on the east end on the second floor of the house. It had three windows on three sides. The bed had a brown metal head board that had a flowers painted on the center panel. There was a chest of drawers with all the leftovers from Grandmothers dress making in it. I loved looking through those scraps. Some times I even got to take one of the rolls and make a dress for my Betsy Mc Call with it. I especially love one bit of scarp that had a purple pussy willow print. I made my dolly a K amino with that and I still think it is among the doll clothes in the doll chest. One could hear the windmill turning on nights when there was a breeze. I could also hear the sounds of the hogs as they opened and closed the grain dispenser as they were aluminum and dropped with a distinct sound. Some nights it was very hot with out any wind and Grandfather would sleep out on the picnic table under my north windows. If it was very quiet one could hear the sliding squeak of the corn as it unfurled in its growing process too. There were also crickets and cicada in late summer. Many nights I fell asleep to the sounds of summer there.
In late summer Grandmother’s Gladiolas would bloom. She was always proud when that happened, and took them to Church were they were put in the big vases on both sides of the choir in the front church just behind the pulped.
I helped Grandmother with the laundry sometimes. The lines were quite long and they hung down low, especially with the weight of the wet laundry. But Grandfather had set up two ten foot long 2″ X 2″ boards that he had added a screw eye to at the top of. . He had run the lines through the screw eyes. This meant that one could lower the lines so one could hang the cloths and when one was done, the polls were razed and that pulled the lines up and the wet clothing too. They really flapped in the breeze and one could walk under them as well.
The year that Mom graduated from Greeley and I was ready to begin my seventh grade, Grandmother Ester was fed up with my hair and took me to the hair dresser. She went every month and her hair really was that old lady blue with lots of tight curls that were popular at that time. The shop was in a fellow farmers house and consisted of as sink, a hair drying chair, a chair like in the barber shop and several chairs for others. There were lots of women’s magazines there too. I got a pixie cut and the care of my hair was a lot easier- even I could comb it out. Mom was not at all happy with my appearances when she first saw me. “Thank goodness it will grow back,” she said.

Take care

Keep creating

Carol

Childhood Memories, Mayan - Monkey Dancer, Mayan- Turtle Dancer, Squares a Dancing, Textile Artist Stitch Club, Thread Painting

Lake Visit

 

Hello-
Summer is winding down and I see signs of fall around here. When we went for our second trip to Mill Site late last week, we saw many trees starting to color. The second Treadle Sewing machine went to a second family and they were very grateful. It is good to pass things forward. Judy has been working away on her piecing.
That is the part she enjoys the most and she had two projects. This one with little pink squares and a second in shades of blue. She and Nancy spent a peasant morning arranging the squares for that project.

Liz ans I dyed today. We had a good time as it has been a long times sense we did any of that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I enjoyed my Textile Artists Stitch Class from last week with Anne Kelly. The project was a book of memorable experiences or trips. I did mine on the trip to Australia that I took with Wendy last Nov.
Page one is of a Pygmy Penguin. That was a cold and enjoyable evening.

 

 

The second is a Koala. We visited three parks were they were on display and we even got to hold one.

 

 


Then I could not forget to honor the dive day on the Great Barrier Reef. The water was so pleasant and the sights so wonderful.

 

The last page was my celebration of the ocean and the wonderful time we had.

 

 

 

Then this weeks Textile Artist Stitch Club teacher was Allish Henderson. She had a do a portrait collage on hand made paper and with free motion drawing. And easy thing for me with all my work for the childhood series.

 

 

 

Progress Report: Golden Earth I am done assembling this base. It has lots of my hand dyed fabric in it. Now I need to do the top work and finish it

 

 

 

 

Wool Birds I am almost done quilting on this project. It is fun and simple.

 

 

 

Monkey Dancer- Mayan Series Last evening I finished the outlining of appliqued parts of this work. I will start the quilting soon

 

 

Turtle Dancer- Mayan Series I have only drawn this work and need to enlarge it and start the pieces.

 

 

 

 

Laura’s Blue Birds I made these little Eastern Blue Birds for my friend Laura. She liked my Bee shirt and said she too had a short that needed spots covered. I will trim them up and send them in the next day or two.

 

 

 

Bunk Bed quilt 1 I am putting the boarders on this quilt now. It is a Christmas present so I have lots of time. I will make a second that is very slimier for the other bed. Then the twins will have a set.

Wool Rug This is a pure experiment. Liz got me started on it when she showed me the tool she had purchased to roll the fabric. I thought it looked remarkable like a belt buckle and went home and found one . The matched and I was off and running.

 

 

I followed the instruction and created a monster of a ball of the wool. Note the red buckle.

 

 

 

 

I started to assemble it yesterday. It is slow work and I had to improvise the ends as they were wadding up. Good thing this is not going out into the world.

 

 

 

 

Masks Eric wanted a new mask without a tie in the back so I tried a new design. I will make a few more as I fear that we will be wearing them a while.

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New Green    I started a new top using lots of the greens I had hand dyed.  It is very early in the process.

 

 

 

 

 

Squares a Dancing    I finished 21 squares in the last two weeks.  I am still enjoying the process.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood- McElhinny Farm Summer 3
Spending time on the farm meant Gene and I had to find or create our own fun. We spent a lot of time playing in the creek in the east meadow. I learn one summer about the effects of fertilizer runoff from the farms up stream, as that caused a algae bloom in the creek water way. Sure made for a sluggish flow. The only place in the creek that it did not grow was in the pools under the trees where the cattle often stood in the afternoons to cool off. Gene and I would waded in and used sticks to haul out big clumps of the green stuff. We piled it on the rocks on the shore where it looked like green and gray laundry drying there. I was always amazed at how small the piles had become when we went back to the creek a few days late and all the water had drained out.
On the farm north of Grandmother’s farm and across the gravel road lived the Cumming family. It consisted of three folks, Holt, Lillian and Sue. Some afternoons and after a call from Grandmother, Gene and I would walk up the road to join Sue in some play. They had an old plow horse that we would ride bare back. The horse was named Ginny. Sue would set in the front follow by myself and Gene was the last. When Ginny had enough of our foolishness she would run across the pasture and down a gully, quickly charging up the other side. We would all slide forward on the down plunge onto the horses neck and just a quickly, slide backward and off Ginny’s rump. Gene always landed on the bottom with Sue and myself on top him. Ginny would gallop away and that was the end of that game. On one trip down to the Cummings we spent the afternoon making sorghum. With the plants in old grain bags we beat the bags on the steps to remove the seed from the tops of the staffs. Then the seeds went into a hoper and were grown down a bit before they were cooked. We never got to taste the fruits of that afternoon, but we still had a good time. There was yet another farm with kids farther north of the Cummings. Buddy was the oldest in that bunch and he was a year older then Sue. Sometimes we were all together and playing. One of our games that was strictly a farm kid game, was played only when the corn was tall, it was called “ Halls and Doors”. We would go out in the field and space our selves at the end of a row- a hall and then quickly run down between the rows all counting to ten as fast as we could. When one reached 10- we called “Doors!” and then everyone had to change rows and begin to count again. If one caught up to a fellow runner in the field and tagged them, the person tagged had to stop and count to twenty before they could move again while the rest of the folks went forward. The goal was to get to the end of the field first. This game has disappeared because the new improved corn plants can be plated much closer together and there are no more “Doors” wide enough to pass through in the fields. One time while we were in the south meadow of the Cummings farm we were all climbing trees. Buddy was showing off and making his sway back and forth. He lost his grip and fell to the ground braking his right arm. It was a very clean break and it looked like he had a second wrist. He yelled and cried all the way back to the house with the rest if use following. Lillian bundled him into the car and we all went home. Buddy proudly showed off his cast at church on Sunday the next time we saw him.

Enjoy fall and all it means to you.

Stay safe and be creative

Carol